Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.